Hunter’s POV:
“Care to tell me what you were doing?” I ask in a calm voice.
I sit across the table from Bartie. He sits with his arms crossed and his eyes looking directly at me. Something about him seems a little off. He isn’t scared, or even nervous about being in here. Instead, he looks as if he is about to watch his favorite TV show and there’s dinner on the way.
He smiles, the first show of emotion since we all got here. “I was simply enacting my right to a protest.”
“A protest? You stabbed a highly ranked guard.” I say and try to remain calm. I take a deep breath and look back at him. “This isn’t something that can just get waved off with a slap on the wrist. You know that, right?”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone who is threatened by anyone in the pack.” His eye
